Could this be the end of the Senile Stalker Saga? Today things came to a head- sort of. I mean, I’m starting to think the only thing that will really end it is if one of us dies (preferably not me, as I’m kind of attached to myself.)
I went next door to visit my neighbor, as I often do. Some of her family, also friends of mine, were over and I wanted to hang out a bit before they went back home. I’d already been over there once for my morning coffee (no coffeemaker at the mo’,) but this time the Old Man was sitting on the love seat.
…and maybe it was too late for me to turn around; I had momentum…or a brief leave of my common sense… and went into my neighbor’s apartment anyway.
And damned if the first thing he said to me wasn’t, “What did you tell your old man about me?”
He must have hit a nerve with me today…either that or my bullshit meter is red-lining, cuz I snapped back something like, “R****, I am not in the mood for your bullshit today.”
But the few things I said to him today in response to his passive-aggressive routine, he acted like he didn’t hear. I told him Hubs was mad and asked him what he expected. He said he didn’t expect anything. Deliberate obtuseness. Great.
About that time Marie’s sister-in-law called to me from the bedroom. Saved by the bell. She knows how I feel about the Old Geezer. About that time, her little girl, who had been taking an extra long time in the bathroom, slipped into the room, also trying to evade the Old Man. I offered them safe haven in my apartment until the Old Man left and I went back to my apartment, and the little girl came over shortly after. She said that R**** had told them all he didn’t like that I told my husband everything he says to me.
Hubby heard that and then he went outside to smoke…and apparently to go next door.
I guess he’d hit his bullshit quota for the year too. He told the Old Man not to ever talk to him, me, or the baby again, that he didn’t want to see his face again. And all the Old Man said was “Okay.” I wonder if he pissed himself a little.
That still didn’t stop him from asking my friend and her little girl if we were over here talking about him at my place, and what all we said. But I doubt he’ll be speaking to me anytime soon. He gets all indignant and pissy when you’ve had enough of his shit and you tell him off. Then he gets over it. But hopefully he’s smart enough to know better. If he starts coming around us again, I have a feeling the cops will be called…hopefully before Hubs stomps him into Old Man compost.